IPOD
RADIO
So... I finished moving... from one place I didn't really want to be, into another place I don't really want to be...
No one's fault but my own; I haven't devoted the time and effort into changing my situation.
I have all the tools, the connection, the resources... just have been too tired and caught up in my own shit to motivate...
So, now that I have motivated enough to go from one undesirable situation to another, I am going to try to maintain that momentum, take my own advice, and keep on going.
First things first, though... gotta find my stuff, do my laundry and throw out a ton of crap... like the man says: "You own enough stuff and your stuff begins to own you..." or something like that.
Henry says:
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.""
No one's fault but my own; I haven't devoted the time and effort into changing my situation.
I have all the tools, the connection, the resources... just have been too tired and caught up in my own shit to motivate...
So, now that I have motivated enough to go from one undesirable situation to another, I am going to try to maintain that momentum, take my own advice, and keep on going.
First things first, though... gotta find my stuff, do my laundry and throw out a ton of crap... like the man says: "You own enough stuff and your stuff begins to own you..." or something like that.
Henry says:
"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.""
JUL 04, 2005 08:41 PM
i've recently had roommate blues..::sigh::.. but dahrling.. san francisco is reviving again artistically.. i'll only be here for anotherr 3 - 5 years, then moving to a lovely artist community in TN.. (whoa).. but i will be helping to prodce festivals there & want to make it a south east hub for performance artists..
wishes on figuring your stuff out..
~miss mYa 
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